Chapter 32
Thirty-Two
Two weeks later…
Briana
I’m in the kitchen on a stool at the island, eating breakfast, when I hear my brother’s voice. I lift my head instinctively.
Daddy is right behind me, and his palm lands on top of my skull, angling my face downward. This is a difficult thing for me to learn. I’ve been living here for two weeks, and I still have trouble remembering I’m not allowed to look other men in the eyes.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I murmur.
His lips come to my ear. “You’ll be sorry in about five minutes when I spank your bottom. Do you need me to start disciplining you in front of Silver?”
“No, Sir.” I take another bite of my scrambled eggs.
They’re delicious. It turns out I live with five men who are fucking good cooks.
I never lift a hand. I eat what Daddy puts in front of me without complaint.
And I don’t dare eat anything extra. He never lets me have coffee anymore.
He says the caffeine fucks with my sleep cycle, and that I don’t need the cream and sugar.
It’s not good for me. I’m getting used to living without it.
My fork is halfway to my mouth for my next bite when I hear a woman’s voice. Not words, just a whimper. I only lift my gaze enough to see that, indeed, there is a woman next to Silver across from me.
My brother speaks, “Daphne, this is my sister Briana and her boyfriend Rook. Bri, don’t even think about clouding Daphne’s head with any nonsense. Stay away. Mouth shut.”
I roll my eyes, grateful no one can see them.
Daddy grips the back of my neck. “She won’t have the opportunity to get up to any mischief this week. Don’t worry.”
I’m dying to know who Daphne is and why she’s here. It’s morning. Did Silver bring her home last night? I’ve never known any of the men in this house to bring home a woman. Rook has told me they do not. And yet. Here’s Daphne. What’s her story?
“Nice to meet you, Daphne,” Daddy says. “Silver, I’ll talk to you later.”
My brother chuckles. “You better not be thinking of lecturing me.”
The tension between Silver and Rook has been strained. I’m aware of it but not the specifics.
The first morning I woke up in the house, Daddy locked me in the room and left me for two hours while he presumably worked out some sort of truce with Silver.
He says it’s none of my business and not to worry about it. He reminds me often that I’m his. I obey him. I do not answer to anyone else for any reason, and that includes my brother.
I don’t think Silver is very pleased with their arrangement, but he hasn’t said anything to me about it. He respects whatever bro code these guys have. It’s not just the two of them. It’s all five of them. They lived through some sort of hell together, and they hold that shit close to their chests.
Whatever it was, it has tainted them. It turned them into the dark sinister men they are today. It’s the reason they invented the freshman prank.
The more I think about that night in the pantry, the more I realize how totally fucked up that is.
I should be scarred for life. I suppose I am.
I’m certainly irrevocably altered. But on the other hand, I’m right where I belong as a result.
I’m in love with my stalker. I don’t care how fucked up that is.
I assume Daphne was also a victim of the freshman prank, apparently preyed upon by my brother. How long ago did he do this? Has he been hypocritically judging me and Rook all this time while he, too, was tormenting this woman?
Daddy points at my plate, so I resume eating. It’s so hard not to look up. I want to see who Daphne is. I want to make eye contact with her. I won’t. I’m sure that would land me in more trouble than I’m already in.
I’ve gotten more in tune with my needs since I moved into this house.
I don’t like to be beaten often, but I do enjoy the release I get from the occasional impact to my ass.
I think it works out that Daddy also itches to punish me with regularity, so it’s become a thing for us on weekends.
He strikes me with either his hand or some other implement—he’s added a paddle to our repertoire—before putting me in the kennel and leaving me there to think about my behavior.
Based on the sounds, I believe Silver grabs food and then guides Daphne out of the kitchen. A door shuts, telling me he has taken her to his room. Interesting.
I’m not surprised when Daddy removes my empty plate and says, “Bedroom, now. Brush your teeth. Remove your clothes. I want you naked and leaning over our bed in four minutes. You know the drill.”
I hop from the stool and scurry from the room, keeping my gaze lowered just in case I run into any of the other men.
I’m a good judge of time by now. I’m easily back in the bedroom, arms stretched out in front of me, feet planted wide, breasts hanging, ass in the air when Daddy enters. I flinch when he locks the door. He nearly always does, but the sound reminds me that I’m totally at his mercy.
He takes his time using the bathroom and brushing his teeth. He really likes clean breath. It’s one of his quirks.
After two weeks living with Daddy, I’m better able to guess what he might do. Not always because he likes to shock me.
Extricating myself from my previous house was tricky.
I had to lie to my roommates. I told them I’d met a man I’d secretly been dating and talking to for weeks.
They bought my excuse since I’d been so withdrawn from the rest of the house.
They were surprised that I would move out so abruptly to live with a man I’d just met.
I’m only eighteen. But eventually, I convinced them it was true love.
Daddy did not help me. He wasn’t there when I told them.
He thought it would be better if he remained aloof and mysterious to them.
I was relieved when it was finally over.
He came to the house when no one was home and packed up all my stuff to move into his house.
Some of it made its way into our bedroom.
The rest of it is mysteriously in storage in the basement.
I’m not permitted to question his decisions, nor do I really own anything I care much about, so I haven’t said a word.
I’m startled out of my wandering thoughts when his hand lands on my back. He trails his rubber-covered fingers up to my neck. “Open your mouth, naughty girl.”
I’m confused for a moment and then whine when he shoves a ball gag between my lips. He hasn’t gagged me since I moved in.
“I want you to be quiet since there seems to be another guest in the house.”
My heart rate increases.
“Instead of spanking you this morning, I’m going to fuck your ass. Even though you’ve been preparing, it will still hurt. Afterward, you will spend some time in the naughty box, thinking about your devotion to me.”
I nod. I doubt there’s another human alive as fully devoted to anyone as me. I prove it time and again. I don’t mind.
It’s who I am.
It’s who we are.
“If you try to avoid my touch while I’m fucking you, I will add a spanking to your pretty ass.”
I’m already drooling as he rubs lube onto my puckered hole.
Now I know why he had me douche this morning.
I’m used to him examining me closely, but it’s still embarrassing every time.
It’s humiliating the way he holds my cheeks wide and takes his time easing a finger in and out of my hole.
He always wears a glove because he’s too clean to do otherwise.
I’m glad. And frankly, I’m surprised he’s willing to eat my pussy, which he does every single day.
I’m moaning against the ball gag as he reaches around to play with my clit. He likes to force me to enjoy contact with my butt, and he’s successful. In fact, when I reach orgasm a few minutes later, he chuckles. “My girl loves ass play.”
I’m panting around the gag as I listen to the snap of his glove being removed, followed by the rip of a condom wrapper. And then he’s right there, a hand on my hip, his cock at my entrance. “Relax your bottom, naughty girl.”
I take deep breaths and release them, praying he won’t tear my tender skin. And I’m surprised when, unlike the first time he took my cunt, he eases into my tight hole.
“Don’t tense up, Briana,” he orders.
It’s difficult. My instinct is to buck away from him. The stretch is too much, but I’m prepared for this. He’s been working my ass for weeks. It doesn’t take long for him to thrust the rest of the way, fully seated.
He groans deeply. “Fuck, princess. Fuck.”
God, I love that sound. The one that tells me how pleased he is. I make him happy. My obedience. Me.
He holds my hips firmly as he eases in and out before picking up the pace and thrusting harder. It’s not long before he roars out his release. The sound fills the room. I’m wearing a ball gag to keep me from making too much noise, but Daddy shakes the rafters.
I’m bereft of his contact when he pulls out. My limbs are trembling. He slaps my ass. “Crawl over to the naughty box, Briana.”
I don’t know how he’s able to bark out orders so soon after reaching his orgasm, but I don’t question him. I do as I’m told, dropping onto my shaky limbs to scramble around the bed and into the cage.
My bottom is throbbing. It’s sore and abused. I’m not injured, though. Daddy will never do anything to intentionally hurt me in any permanent way.
I whimper when he slides the dreaded blindfold over my eyes and then adds the headset that leaves me in total silence and darkness. He guides my hands to the bars on the sides and presses my knees wide. I assume he shuts the gate next, but I’m already too deprived of my senses to know for sure.
And then I’m alone with my thoughts. It’s a strange place to be. The first few times he shut me in this kennel, I spent most of the time panicking. It’s claustrophobic. Adding the blindfold and blocking my ears makes it worse.
But I’m conditioned now. I know he needs this. At least once a week, he needs to exert this level of control over me. It feeds something inside him. He’s calmer after I’ve been in the cage.
I suspect he watches me. Sits close and stares at me, absorbing my compliance, my total submission. Even the act of crawling into the naughty box fuels him. He likes to watch me move around the room on my hands and knees, naked.
I take deep breaths and let them out slowly, focusing on each part of my body.
My bottom hole is stretched and pulsing from accepting his huge cock.
My nipples are hard, and they stiffen further when he turns on a fan.
He likes to add the sadistic fan. It keeps me trembling and cold.
It also makes my nipples hard. Bug bites, as he so crudely calls them.
My clit is throbbing. My pussy craves his attention. He’ll touch me when he’s ready and not a moment before.
Maybe I should feel alone, but I’m never alone.
He’s always watching. I’m performing in a way.
Even when he’s at the university teaching a class and I’m in this room, I’m not alone because I know he’s watching me.
Always. I can feel his gaze on me. There are so many cameras in here that he misses nothing.
I still take a picture of my pussy when I pee, but it’s overkill since he can also watch me urinate any time he wants.
When I had my period, he enjoyed seeing the string hanging from my cunt.
He watched me remove it and replace it. He watched me clean myself up.
He texted me afterward to tell me how fucking hard he was.
I’m in love with my stalker. I’m not quite right in the head. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Should I be worried about Daphne, the woman my brother has in his room? Should I defy both Daddy and Silver and somehow warn her?
It won’t happen. She’s going to have to forge her own way in this house.
I never have a single moment of freedom that would allow me to approach her.
If I did anything that defiant, I’d probably get locked in this kennel for a week.
Hell, I’ve seen some of the sadistic toys Daddy owns.
He often holds me in front of him while he opens his toy drawer, forcing my panic to rise as he slowly chooses something new to torture me with.
He knows my imagination must run rampant from all the mysterious things I’ve seen.
I once Googled nipple clamps so I could see how they work, but that did not bode well for me. Daddy has remote access to my computer just like my phone. When he got home, he put those vicious clamps on me without a word and caned my ass while they tugged on my nipples.
He never specifically told me not to research whatever I desire, but I won’t be trying anything like that again. He prefers to shock me. So I keep my curiosity at bay now.
Time keeps ticking by. I have no idea how long I’ve been in this naughty box.
A long time. Long enough that my bottom has stopped throbbing.
My teeth would be chattering if I weren’t gagged.
That’s how cold I am. Uncomfortable doesn’t begin to describe my plight.
My legs feel numb from sitting on the hard surface.
I take more deep breaths and endure because it’s what I do. I’m a slave to Daddy’s whims. I can’t deny him. I’m as addicted to his evil ways as he is to doling out his punishments.
I’m relaxed. My heart is calm. Because I’m loved. Cherished like no one on Earth. I’m living in my authentic skin with my perfect match. I’m so lucky. I never want this to change.
I belong to my stalker. He took over my life and made me crave his filthy ways. And now I’m his.
I’m relieved when Daddy touches my cheek. His fingers are so gentle as he slides them up to remove my headset and then my blindfold.
He holds out a hand. “Come, Briana.”
The moment I crawl out of the kennel, he picks me up and cradles me in his arms. He’s smiling at me. That’s rare. He kisses me as he lowers me onto the bed. When he climbs over me, straddling me, he looks into my eyes.
I tremble under his intense scrutiny.
Rook lowers his lips to my ear and whispers, “I do love you, Briana.”
My breath hitches. My heart races. I know he won’t say that to me often, but he’s saying it now, and he means it.
I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck. “I love you, Rook. So much.”
I know my life isn’t going to be conventional, but it’s going to be full. It’s my life, and I choose to live it under the control of my stalker.